Charlie's POV:
The best feeling in the world is waking up to Bucky's soft curls tickling my decolletage. He has always been the one who clings tightly to me. His head resting just below the swell of my breast, his heavy flesh arm draped over my stomach, and his mouth softly open. My fingers brush along in the brunette waves. Looking at my husband, and hoping that our next child has his hair.
"Honey, you watching me while I sleep?" his gritty and low morning voice rasps out. His eyes still closed, and he pulls me even closer to him. "Apparently Bruce and Peter designed something for us at the compound."
I grunt not wanting to get out of the bed, and Bucky finally looks up at me with the cutest slightly swollen morning eyes. "I was hoping we could just lay here today," and right on cue Maggie bursts through the door, with a waddling Callan following behind.
"Time to wake up sleepy heads," her little voice calls out. Carefully picking up Callan and placing him on the bed, before she crawls up herself. Callan crawls over to us, slapping at Bucky's arm over me with a giggle, and Maggie lays down beside me. "We're going to the compound today. Aunt Pepper and Morgan are going to be there. I guess you and Buckster are training."
"Yes, little pearl apparently we are. I was hoping to have a lazy day," a day of lounging around sounds perfect. My body still sore from the extra training we've been doing. Callan sparks his little fingers, but I grab him away from Bucky quickly. "You sir, need to stop bullying your daddy," being so close to me, he pulls down Bucky's shirt that I slept in, in vain. "Nope, it's not bedtime. You're supposed to be getting cut off," the sweetest little baby Bucky face pouts at me, continuing to pull down my shirt.
"I think you might have nursed him too long," Bucky grimaces while Callan's pout turns into pitiful tears. "Maggie James, let's go make some breakfast. Looks like your mom is going to have to give Bubba a sippy cup, and he's going get angrier."
Bucky's right. I scoop up my crying baby and walk into the kitchen to fix him a cup of whole milk. His little head shakes and he cries a pained no, pushing the cup away from his body. It's a struggle but finally I'm able to soothe him, right as Bucky finishes up our simple yogurt parfaits. Angry with me, Callan reaches for his dad. His eyes shoot daggers at me. "Aw, son, don't be mad at your mom," with a grunt and a shift of his body he turns to face away from me. "You got the cold shoulder, doll," Bucky's face softens when he sees how glossy my eyes get. "Honey, don't cry. He'll be fine in a bit. Let me just enjoy the fact that he wants me and not you for once."
I want to love the fact that Callan is clinging to his dad, but not at my expense. With a quick pout I got to sit at the table. Not satisfied with my response Bucky comes up behind me, still holding onto our clingy boy, and his hand rubs along my neck. I hum at his motion, and take a bit of the parfait. "Thanks, babe," my voice whispers out, and Bucky sits down close beside me. Offering me a quick smile, before taking a bite of his yogurt, pulling the spoon out seductively. We're such an old married couple. "What exactly do you think they designed for us?"
"Don't know, but I know Sam's going to be there too."
"Uncle Sam! Bubba, Sammy is coming, too," Maggie's finger wiggles around Callan's cheek. "I'm going to get ready," she offers a sweet kiss to everyone's cheek before skipping upstairs to get dressed.
"I love that kid," Bucky tells me, pulling the boy back to kiss his forehead. "And I love you my beautiful wife. Don't forget to take a test," I roll my eyes at him before taking another bite. "I'm serious, doll. We can get some more training in if, if you're not pregnant."
"Yes, daddy. I'll go take a test now."
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Bucky's POV:
Not pregnant, again. Charlie could tell I'm disappointed, so she's making sure there's always a hand on me. Driving to the compound, I can't help but look over to her. There is a calmness that resides over her. I'm guessing we're not trying enough, or it could be the extra training. She assures me it'll happen when it's time. Told me that her and Steve tried for a year. Every time she brings up sex with Steve I have so many conflicting emotions. Intrigued jealousy. She spent nearly eight years having sex with him, and I know he could be brutal. I still want to know what it was like when she left Wakanda.
When we arrive at the compound, Sam is already waiting outside. Maggie runs up to him, and he swings her around, picking her up. Callan has quit pouting at Charlie and reaches to her as soon as she looks over him. "You guys ready? Bruce gave me a quick look. It's...Peter has been busy," he leads us into the lab, and I already see the silhouette of Sam's new suit. It's not too different, just deeper colors of navy and scarlet, if I had to assume there's probably more features as well, but on either side is two other covered mannequins.
Bruce gives us an awkward wave with his ruined right hand, walking close to Charlie and giving her a big hug. His large green hand ruffles Callan's hair, but he can't spend too much time with him, because Maggie is demanding of his attention. "You guys look good. You ready to see what Peter pretty much designed himself? Must have got bored when he was laying low."
The first mannequin to be uncovered has a suit for me. Charlie gasps when she sees it. "It's like the stealth suit," her voice whispers. The suit is mostly navy, left arm is bare to show off my Vibranium arm. The star emblem nearly identical to Sam's, but silver. We both walk closer, and I see the hunger in my wife's eyes. She would find that hot.
Bruce finally uncovers her mannequin, and I get her hunger. An identical navy to my suit, the suit will be skin tight on her, the star emblem is identical to mine, silver. And instead of the panels on the front, she has silver that outlines the curve on her hips, coming up around her arms, and settling around her waist. "Why?" she stutters out.
"You three may be Avengers, but you're also your own trio. He wasn't sure how the silver emblem would look with the gold of your arm. We can change it though. There's more for you two as well," Bruce points between me and Charlie. "You all can use the shield, right?" we nod our heads. "Makes sense why he wanted you to have a theme."
Sam has the biggest smile on his face, and Charlie and I just look dumbfounded. "I'm still the Captain though," he tells us.
"That's fine with me, pigeon," Charlie giggles.
"Well come on, you have to see what else. It'll take too long to fully explain everything today, but I'm sure you can take it for a test ride," Bruce leads us out of the lab and into the garage, and I spot it long before Charlie does. Slick black with silver details, when she sees it, she turns to look at me.
"No. I'm not riding that."
"You love riding with me," I laugh when we finally reach it, my fingers trace along the smooth metal. "Let's go for a ride. No one is chasing us, or us chasing them this time. But I want you in that suit," I turn to look at her, and she can try to deny it, but her eyes are full of lust. "I'm going to wear mine, too," I give her a quick wink, and she bites on her lower lip. Her legs squeezing tighter together. "I want to fuck you on that thing. Gotta break it in properly," I cast into her mind.
"Bucky!"
"I don't care, doll. You don't want to feel the vibrations under you, humming against my pretty tight pussy, you got?"
"You know, I was going to ask if I could go flying with you. Don't think I will now," Sam huffs. He sees us casting between us. "I mean really. Was it the suits or the bike?"
"What are you talking about Uncle Sam?" Maggie asks looking at Bruce who only shrugs his shoulders. "Mommy what are you and Bucky going to be doing?"
I can't stop myself, "Trying to get you a little sister," Charlie's eyes look at me, and if looks could kill. My face scrunches up when I look at Maggie, Bruce realizing what the plan is looks around awkwardly.
"How are you going to do that?" she asks so innocently.
"I don't know, but when I find out, I'll let you know," Charlie's free hand slaps at my arm, and my son laughs at her attacking me. Maggie looks at her mom.
"Bucky, is just being silly little pearl. We are going to go for a ride," Charlie clears her throat and I can't help but laugh, "because your mom has only been on the back of bike with Bucky, and we're normally being chased, so I need the practice."
"But what does that have to do with a baby sister?"
"Absolutely nothing," she glares back at me. Apparently, that was enough for Maggie because she pulls Sam over to the suits.
"I want you all to try on the suits."
Obliging to the small girl we all change. I hold onto Callan while Charlie goes and gets dressed and as soon as I see her walk from behind the partition, I about lose it. Pulling Callan back into her arms, she pushes me behind the partition. Thankfully I get the same reaction I gave her. Her eyes look all over my body. Charlie's fingers trace down my arm, and I already feel my cock twitch in this overly tight suit. Seeing us all together in our matching suits, is surreal. "He created suits for you guys when you're with everyone too. These are more when it's just you three. The White Wolf and Nighthawk suits are still similar, because I doubt you won't be together."
Seeing how she's teasing me; I have to do it to her. My knuckles trace down the curves of her side, and I literally hear her breathing change. "Okay, we should really try out the bike," she hurriedly speaks. I can't help but chuckle at why she's such in a hurry to get on the bike.
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Charlie's POV:
I cling tightly to Bucky as he races down the road. Even though we could use coms, it's just as easy to cast our thoughts to each other. I mostly just watch Bucky's body, so I can lean correctly on the road. His hand randomly shifting to my thigh to rub along the tight leather. My husband knows exactly what he's doing, so I have to tease him. Even though I'm terrified to let go of him, I move one of my hands down his stomach, and cup his crotch.
"Not playing fair, honey," he casts to me. Even in my mind I hear how low his voice is. Like Bucky promised the rumble of the bike underneath me, is extremely stimulating. I notice how he likes to find rougher roads to ride over as well, just to add some different vibrations.
He expertly weaves through traffic, and when we finally get where no one is his hand that has been rubbing on my thigh, it drifts to my leather covered mound. "My pretty little wife is such a whore, aren't you? I thought I smelled you. I'm gonna pull over somewhere."
"I can't help it if my husband is sinful and sexy as..."
"Easy, girl."
His direction quickly changes, along with his speed, "Buck, we have children we have to get back to. Don't kill us."
"You have that little faith in me?" I can't help but roll my eyes. I know he would never purposely hurt us. No doubt that he's the safest and most skilled driver on the road as well. Once we are fairly secluded, Bucky is somehow able to maneuver my body in front of his, sliding me down nearly to sit on top of him. His lips kiss along my face, his hands roaming over the slick navy leather, "You know how much I love you, doll, but you are also the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
"That's because you don't get to look at yourself, babe." Our lips steadily explore the other's bodies. Pulling each other close. The action is relatively innocent, despite, me seeing how tight his own pants are getting. Bucky pulls away gasping for breath. "I honestly want to rip this off of you, but since they're new..." his words trail off, putting down the kickstand before helping me off of him.
Our hands become a tangled mess, as we take turns removing our suits off of each other. Once He's left in nothing but his boxers, Bucky walks back to the bike. He puts the folded-up suits in storage, before slinging his leg over. I realize now why he kept it on. He wasn't playing. His finger curls and wags to me. I start to remove my panties, only for him to shake his head no. "I can move it to the side. Want my cum to stay in place."
"Whatever you say, Alpha," his hands help me back on, and we continue our make out session, and when I start grinding over Bucky, to feel any form of friction. Working over top of him, and the rumble of the motorcycle it doesn't take long, for me to feel the sweet release of an orgasm. Bucky smiles in our kiss. His hand pulls his cock out, then lifts my body up. I slide over my panties for him to sink his cock into my throbbing pussy.
"Wanna go for a ride doll?" he kicks up the kick stand, and I know I have to look at him like he's crazy, because he gives me a quick laugh. "I'm serious. You can fuck yourself on my cock, right?"
"James! You can't be serious."
"Oh I am. I'm not going back on the road. Hold on tight, sweetheart. I'd prefer you to fuck me, but I guess if you want to warm my cock, until we move to a different location."
Much slower this time he drives. My mouth kisses over his neck, and I do just warm his cock. My favorite place for Bucky to be is inside of me. Once I get comfortable with his leisure driving, I look up at him, hitching my hips forward and he bites his lower lip, withholding a moan, "Nuh uh, babe, I want to hear what I do to you," he gives me a crooked grin. His eyes only barely flicking down to me.
I continue to grind on his cock, speeding up a bit, when I feel the heat buildup in my belly. "Cum, doll," Bucky's voice is extra husky, and my body complies, grasping tightly to his body, and pulling his hair at the roots. Bucky stops the bike, both his feet steady the machine, and he uses my body to fuck him. Pushing me up and down over his length. His eyes hungrily look over my body, and I can only grip tightly to his forearms. Bracing myself for another orgasm and Bucky's heated cum.
I love when Bucky uses me like his own personal fuck toy. Love when nothing but lust is in his eyes while he chases for his own release. When his hand slides up my body, and wraps around my neck, I lose it. Coming undone over him, and his grip around my neck releases, connecting back to my hips before rutting roughly into my fluttering walls. With a final grunt I feel him spurt deep in me. Slowing my movements, and allowing my body to milk him.
I lean forward on his strong body, wrapping my arms around him, and let his panting nearly lull me to sleep. Feeling so fulfilled and loved. Just wanting to feel every part of Bucky. "Ahem."
Bucky and I turn to see an officer, awkwardly looking around. "Fuck," Bucky whispers. Neither one of us are naked or fully exposed, but it doesn't take a genius to realize what we're doing. "Sorry to bother you two, but..." the officer speaks.
"No, I'm sorry. My wife and I just got new suits and a new bike, we had to test everything out, and I couldn't help myself."
The officer finally realizes who we are. "I'm so sorry Mr. And Mrs. Barnes. I didn't realize it was you two. I'll let you off with just a warning, but I would advise against copulating on a bike. While in motion."
"Right, we won't," Bucky responds. As soon as he gets far enough away, we both burst out in laughter. "Mrs. Barnes, I thought we were gonna get arrested and would have to explain what happened to Sam."
"We should get dressed in head back. I miss my babies."
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Charlie's POV:
"Maggie James, you okay out here while I change your brother?" I know she won't want to go back in for a quick diaper change. Bucky is in the shower.
"Yep," her voice yells back at me. I walk in to quickly change Callan, listening to the swing squeak that Maggie's playing on. When I hear her gasp and begin to cry, I run outside quickly. Callan not even wearing pants.
When I reach outside my heart drops, "Don't hurt her," I cry out to a face that I never thought I would say those words to.
"Mommy," she whines to me.
"Charlie, I'm not going to hurt my daughter," a Steve looking man says.
One look at her face, and Maggie cries, conflicted about the man holding her. "Please, just put her down. You can have whatever you want."
"What if I want you?" he chuckles.
"Fine, whatever. You can do whatever you want to me, just please put her down. Let her go inside," he smiles at me, then at Maggie. Wiping her tears off her cheeks. "Bucky!" I scream, panic already setting in.
"Angel, I'm not going to hurt you," he gives her a quick kiss on the head, and Maggie's body shifts around trying to get out of his grasp. My unease begins to get worse, and Bucky runs outside. Never saying anything when he gets a look at the man.
"Doll, go inside..."
"But, my daughter," I can't stop my tears. I can't leave her.
"Go inside, turn on the alarm, get yourself and Cal safe. I'll get..."
"Don't leave me! Mommy, I'm scared," the more she tries to get away the tighter he holds onto her. At the sound of his sister's distress Callan's body sparks, and he looks up at me.
"We could hurt Sissy," I whisper, and he only sparks more. Giving Bucky enough distraction to grab Maggie out of his arms. Holding tightly onto her and we all run inside. Turning on the alarm.
The fake Steve beats on the door. "Get in the panic room," Bucky grunts, going into the safe to get weapons.
"No, not without you."
He kisses my temple quickly, "I need to make sure you guys are okay. Get in the panic room now."
"Buck. It's actually me. Just let me in. I want to see my daughter."
"Charlie!" one look at Bucky's face and I know he's serious. I run the kids upstairs and put them into the room.
"Maggie, I'm going to help Bucky."
"No, please don't," she hiccups, holding tightly to Callan.
"The alarm has already been pulled. Someone should be here soon." I glance back into the hallway, seeing Bucky stand at the door, armed and ready, the fake Steve still screaming and beating at the door.
"Then just stay please."
"I need to know who that is."
"No, you don't. Bucky doesn't need you. We do," it was then where I realize that she was right. I go into the room, locking me and my babies inside. I pull my trembling daughter in my lap, wiping away her sticky tears off her face.
"He came up behind me, and grabbed me."
"Shh, I've got you. Bucky will keep us safe, okay, little pearl."
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Bucky's POV:
"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you need to leave. The Avengers will be here shortly," I huff out to the man that beats on our door.
"I'm giving you the decency of not breaking in, I know your codes. Just let me in, and we'll talk," his movements become less agitated, but I don't lessen up my stance. "Buck, please. Watermelon."
"What did you say?" I finally relax my defensive stance.
"Watermelon."
Slowly I open the door and look at the man standing in front of me. "How?"
"You actually going to let me in and see my daughter?"
"How Steve?" my voice demands. He might know the secret word. A word that we decided that regardless of what happens, if we said it, we would know that it was the real person.
"It's a long story. I won't barge in."
"You a vampire or something?"
He chuckles at the question. "No. I'm respecting your space. Go tell Charlie that her and the kids can come out," both of us hear the landing of Rhodey and see Sam land, both run up the stairs. Steve's hands throw up in surrender. "Seriously?"
"I thought you wanted to hurt my wife and kids. You want to explain, how now?"
"Go get my daughter then," a darkness is in his eyes and I can't fully trust him. I hesitate to do anything. "You are armed, and so is Sam and Rhodey. Go get them. Charlie can read me. I want my daughter."
"She's my daughter," he grits his teeth when he looks at me. She's been my daughter for over a year now. "None of us will hesitate to harm you if you try something with my kids and wife," more darkness flashes in his eyes.
"Fine. Go get her."
I look over at Sam and Rhodey and they flank him. Neither of them trust him. I knock on the door, "Doll, he said watermelon."
I hear Charlie struggle to undo the door before she looks up at me, so many questions in her eyes. "He wants to see Maggie."
"No. No, Bucky, no. We saw the TVA take him away. That's not Steve. I don't care that he knows...no."
"Honey, Mobius said that we would see him again."
"That's my daddy!" Maggie begins to run out the door, but I pick up her. Halting her movements. "Let me see my daddy!"
"Maggie girl," her body thrashes against me. Face scrunched up, but unless I want to let her go, she won't. "We still have to be careful. Something isn't right about him. He's demanding."
"We'll keep our guard up. Maggie, you have to let Bucky and me make sure that's your dad. You will sit in Bucky's lap, understand?" making a frustrated face she nods her head. "Maggie?"
"I understand."
Slowly we walk down the stairs. Charlie clings tightly to Callan, while I hold onto Maggie who offers Steve a bright smile. "Angel."
"Don't," Charlie warns. We all sit down. A suited-up Sam and Rhodey still sit on either side of Steve. "How?"
"You sound just like Bucky," he laughs. Sam elbows him in the side. "Have you not heard from Wanda, or your uncle Loki?" Charlie shakes her head no.
"We've been a bit preoccupied raising kids."
"Well, your uncle...he created a multiverse," all of us look amongst the other. "Wanda saw I wasn't where I was supposed to be, and thankfully there was a Steve that was going to die in his verse after his wedding to Peggy, and he didn't have a Charlie. He's with her. Please, can I just hold her?" With tears in her eyes, Charlie shakes her head no. "She's my daughter, too."
"I can't trust you. You have to understand that. I can't...she's Bucky's daughter," with an angry huff of air, Steve bites on his lip harshly. "Maggie, go up to your room," Maggie shakes her head no. "Margaret James Rogers. To your room now. I need to talk to your father," her voice is final. Maggie runs past, and when she gets closer to Steve, he jumps towards her. Rhodey and Sam slam him back in the couch, "Go!" Charlie shouts at her.
"That was the dumbest thing you've ever done, Steve," Sam tells him through gritted teeth. Steve stops fighting it, relaxing his body on the couch.
"I just want to hold her."
"You have, when you came up behind her and grabbed her off the swing," Charlie's voice is icy, while she looks at him.
"Okay, I shouldn't have done that," Steve counters. "Look at that handsome little man. Looks just like you Buck. What's going to make you believe me?"
Charlie hands Callan over to me, and walks over to Steve. Her hand presses up against his cheek, and she barely has a moment to read him before he pulls her down to him, pressing his lips against hers. I stand to go to them, realizing I'm holding our son. Again, Rhodey and Sam go to pull him off of her, when they can't get him off, she uses her lightning to spark on his skin, and he pulls back with a smirk. "What the fuck, Steve," Sam huffs at him, now him and Rhodey hold him down.
"Get him," I hand our son back, and Charlie marches upstairs. "Who the fuck do you think you are? She tried to read you, see what your intentions are with Maggie."
"I had to try; you understand. How many times have you buried yourself in that sweet cunt? She tastes sweet, doesn't she? I've always fantasized of sharing..."
"Son of a bitch. You're not Steve. You weren't like this when you left."
"It's me. Being away for so long changes a person. Wanda knew. She knew Charlie and I were meant to be together," he cocks his head to look up at me.
"No, you're not. She's mine. Those are my kids."
"Maybe the boy. It's a good thing that he looks like you. He could have been mine," a maniacal laughter releases from his mouth, and I squeeze his cheeks together. "All those times I watched you two fuck, she saw me. She never said anything, she wanted to put on a show for me."
"Get him out of here. I'm not going to listen to this if you're not going to prove who you are. You're trying to piss me off now, and I'm trying to believe you," a flash moves over Steve's face, and his posture changes.
"I'm sorry. It's like moving to this time, there's a change in me."
"Buck, you want us to take him to the compound?" Sam asks. Rhodey will not remove his gaze off of him.
"Don't, I need to stay where she is."
"My wife or my daughter?" it's like the darkness goes back over his eyes, before returning back to his soft eyes. Almost like he's battling an eternal battle.
"It's not like that, promise."
"How am I supposed to believe you? You kissed my wife. What is it that you want?"
"To live with you guys. Have a happy family, maybe even..."
"No."
"You didn't hear what I was going to say," he begins.
"I'm guessing where that was going. No," I'm attempting not to want to beat him to a pulp while Sam and Rhodey hold him.
"You think you know everything. Have you even asked her if she wants another go? Why was it that you two never stopped me from watching you fuck her? How long did it take you to actually choke her? Charlie's a fucking slut, she likes it rough," my hand backhands his face.
"You're a fucking bastard."
"Bucky!" Charlie closes Maggie's door. Walking down the steps she only looks at me, "He's asleep. What do you want Steve?"
"Look, these words keep falling out of my mouth, I can't stop them. It's like my innermost darkest thoughts are martializing. I'm sorry. I want what we had before they took me, maybe more."
"You don't give up do you?" Rhodey looks at him shaking his head.
"Will you allow me to read you without you trying to push yourself on me."
"Don't act like you didn't..."
"I didn't. Let me read you, or you're going to be locked up at the compound. Your choice," she stands with her arms crossed looking down at him.
"Fine. Read me," Rhodey and Sam hold tightly to him, and I stand next to Charlie. Her hand presses gently up against his cheek, and her eyes go blank. I feel like this goes on way longer than it needs to before she gasps. Spinning her body to hug up against me. "What did you see, princess?" my eyes look at Steve, staring a fiery hole into his head, "Sorry."
"He's telling the truth," she spins back around to look at Steve. "How long are you going to be like this?"
"It's hard to tell. You don't like me like this?" I give him a sarcastic laugh while everyone else shakes their head. "I'm trying to fight it. I am. Can I see her."
My arm softly pushes Charlie away, and I lean lower to look Steve in the eye, "If you try anything to hurt my daughter, you're done. You say anything to my wife, you won't be here. I'll allow Charlie to burn you with her lightning if she wants, Steve. They're not leaving either," I point over to the two men that are beside him. "While you were in the 40s, I've been present here. This is my family and I'll be damned if you do anything to hurt them. Are we clear?"
"Yes. Bring me my daughter."
"Charlie, go get the kids," she leaves to go fetch Maggie, and a sleeping Callan. "Steve, I'm serious. You better fight everything in you."
"And quit talking about Charlie, like that man," Sam shuffles around.
"You two can borrow some clothes, if you don't want to be in the suits."
"'M fine," they both answer.
Charlie walks down the steps, cradling our son, and Maggie runs down, jumping into Steve's arms. Her tiny little fingers rub along his face, and I see the final bit of darkness drain from him. He kisses along her cheeks, and hugs her tightly. Charlie finally relaxes, sitting close to, her eyes constantly looking at Steve and Maggie. Maggie giggles as Steve's scruff tickles around her face. "I missed you so much Daddy. I knew he wasn't lying. Can I sleep in the guest room with you?"
"No," Charlie quickly answers. Steve and Maggie look over at her. "You and your brother are sleeping in the room with me and Bucky." No one argues with her. It's not up for a discussion.